“No, no, no,” he said, stepping closer.
“What if you 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 it.” He repeated the word slowly, deliberately, tapping his finger against your chest, then motioning toward the screen.
“Like... 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 it.”
“Imagine if you could experience the game,” Martin said, his voice low, an unreadable emotion flickering behind his eyes.
You held up the controller with a half-smile. “I’m playing it just fine.”
But he didn’t smile back.
